Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.